Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.